June 24, 2008

*Close the Windows

So. Floodwaters did not come into my apartment, but they came awfully close.

It smells a bit.

But nothing like how it smells here:
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That is the nearest major intersection to my building, and I hadn't driven there until this evening...the road from here to there is still closed. I forgot on my way back from campus, though, and ended up being another looky-loo.

Good heavens, the smell. Living in Iowa, I am subjected to the occasional cow pasture or hog lot stink, but not normally in the middle of town. It was worse than a cow pasture...almost but not quite on par with a hog lot. I started gagging and had to roll up the car windows.

Yeah, Jim forgot to mention the Atlantan summer heat & humidity. Sherman didn't set fire to the city; it spontaneously combusted from all the mosquitoes doing...something. Playing with matches, I guess.